User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-1298206-20111105043502/@comment-25220117-20120101191437

A one eyed rat, his most remarkable thing being an eye so gruesomely disfigured that a thin sheet of skin covered his eyeball, grinned to a ring-nosed ferret "E'ry lad `o marches through `em doors is either a shipless fool or a murderous traitor, eh Ringnose?" ''The ferret nodded, the turbaned fox beside him grimaced in agreement. The rat continued on, obviously seeking to rouse angry spirits "We're about th' only loyal `uns `ere, along wid Slank an' Swisher. Didn't yer see ol' Slank skewerin' that weasel `o slinked up t' `im? One o' Fizalra's, `e is. An' `e was tryin' t' tell Slank sumat...An' then Slank gits dragged away, leavin' Fizalra lookin' abnormally pleased, I saws. Catchin' `ow th' breeze blows, buckos? There's sumat afoot, best keep paws on yore carvers, right? Grievan-" The fox looked up from picking at a scar on his leg'' "Aye?" The rat nods to him "Where's that stoat y' sent off t' shadow that darned ferret gone off t'?" Ringnose scratches an ear "So this is why ye wanted t' see us, Stragg...T' warn us o' Fizalra?" The searat suddenly turns, scanning the room about him "We spoke too much, best quiet it down, mates. Naow, Grievan...'Bout yore stoat..." The fox nods, a grin spreading on his previously bored features "Varigo ain't called 'Son o' the Shade' fer nuthin', messmate. `E'll be back..."